Poetry Showcase from Andrew Cyril Macdonald

Against panes shadows glisten

Against panes shadows glisten 
in mock of what we call for.
It shouts their names the winds that
out-there blister should you
confront them.  Inside no chance
of deep-tucked in beds the
silence protecting.
So it stores its rage in barrels
fathers told us, as stock and
what might come of when our sins
outweigh our graces cared with.
Hurtful when you upheld them,
this life betrays what turns dust,
the dread of such punishments
plagues if fast now approaching.

Consternation devalues

Consternation devalues,
puts to test such
the subtle amputation 
of ego broken if in jest.
Here we have it ruled
that if holds power what
they should want for
ours to give it
unwieldy in ruffled
stations play discovering
kindness at best
there dislocated
that what comes as ruse
samples-out our role
for this mere data collection.

There are claims made by music

There are claims made music
then to be heard 
if you give it listen
and let apprehending
nine truths their abandon.
Count them as one; 
lose them as each,
you will not regret it
the happy chance
of love-lost rendition.

The stratus cloud beats inhibition

The stratus cloud beats inhibition,
staggers beyond
realm of what let it
feel the fold, a program
conducive of trust
misdirected.
And there you have in what 
out-loud is arrogant combustion,
simple if minded
likewise come out of
that same class
of petricolored doors 
afterlifes adorn with,
happy for the stance taken
against convoluting spendthrifts.


What some rogue prentice left un-shouted

What some rogue prentice left un-shouted
(Mephistopheles not his name
but some other by which goes by
discipled) upstarts more the safe
way to heaven oleanders give for,
come about as begets with 
what saves Time its restitution 
this mere justice happenstance affords
reckless youths who never should have bothered
but that we own them, coming all to dance off
the soft heat summer propels with,
inching towards scales of what’s flourished
when spring buds turn off to flower
and they have it that freedom
once taught of now daemonic if then embellished.



Bio: Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.





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David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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